|"Wait a minute, we're demons, right? The hate-filled legions of hell, made of pure evil and|
burning with the fury of chaos itself and our weakness is children armed with beans?"
"I know, right?"
|Woo! The team we've arbitrarily chosen|
to support is superior to the team you've
chosen! In your face other people!
Anyway, enjoy your barbecues and sports-watching, I'll be at work shrugging indifferently at people who ask me if I'm ready for the big game.
|It's something like this, right?|
Go 19th Century Prospectors!